why are there trillion billion million ‘uh, i'm the hot shit, and you’re not’ types in nyc? this morning as a transferred from the N train to the 7 train at queensboro plaza this east asian chic gave me the once over that ended with her eyes glued to my gym shoes. why oh why is it that women in nyc insist on wearing three-inch heels when it’s pouring outside? part of me wonders if they’re jealous that they didn’t have the ovaries to skimp on their outfits.
i deliberately avoided getting into the same compartment as judgment queen to find an ‘uh, don’t come any where near me’ eye roller queen right next to me. i understand where she’s coming from cuz the trains get so darn congested most of the time, but this one was out of control. i tapped her (cuz she was listening to her ipod) and said excuse me so i could latch on to the bar, and before i could blink there was an ‘uh, give me a break’ eye roll. as the train pulled into grand central, it became quite clear she simply has an eye-rolling disposition because she had done that to at least three other people in a span of ten minutes.
i’ll have to start coming up with some creative responses to these situations because it’s just painful to have to see people so judgmental and miserable day in and day out.
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